Archbishop Hughes Memorial High School - Spires Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Yes, I managed to add, recently I was sent to interview Mary Cos rove, Florence Buckley, Mary Mayowetz, and Mary Fanning, who had just returnedg from their explorations in the Arctic. Their chief engineers were none other than Helen Cleveland and Johanna Nolan while Jeanette Leddy and Helen Gorey proved to be perfect wireless operators. Speaking of explorations, Virginia quietly remarked, you must remember that Kathryn Spiess, Anne Coby, Madeline Nash, Margaret Brennan and Rose Matera are now engaged in excavating the tombs of the cliff dwellers in New Mex- ico. Lately I became domesticated, chuckled Mary Agnes appreciatively, while looking for a cook book I chanced upon that of Ellen McDonnell and Eleanor Mc Donald. Yes, continued Mary Agnes, '31 is proud of Frances Quirk, Elizabeth Watson, Anna Carroll and Mary Mullen, they are all teaching in Cathedral now. I happened to visit Frances and she is still smiling over Marion Scanlon's and Eleanor Chiappino's mischievous youngsters. Catherine Wynne, Alice Toohey, Margaret Schoff and Catherine Sweeney are all popular interior decorators in Chicago concluded Mary Agnes. Stranger events than that have happened, I remarked, why I'm not usually interested in Science but Frida Hofstetter's and Mary Mc Mahon's book on 'The Elements of Physics' is wonderful. Mildred Hamel's essay on the 'Essentials of Music' is considered a masterpiece, also. Have you heard the amazing news, I almost forgot it? asked Mildred. Why Margaret Stewart, Mary Martin and Margaret Glasson are operating a distinctive detective agency. Mary Agnes smiled, Margaret Galvin, Dorothy O'Connor and Mary Mc Guire have merged and are owners of a chain of miniature golf courses. Marjorie Kelly and Katherine Saunders are ardent sympathizers of the No Homework Movementg whereas Catherine McGarry and Viola Laird are proud inventors of a mechanical device for washing classroom boards. Perhaps you don't realize it, added Virginia, but Mary O'Shea and Hida Tanaka are-executives at the airport while Veronica Murphy is our greatest aviatrixf' Now we were approaching the beacons of San Francisco. Slowly, circling down' ward, the giant bird gracefully glided into the hangar. We shook hands, we, four of '31, each with a ring of that poignant verse in her heart, To know, to love, to part. I was startled, yea, even fearful as the three sister Fates hastily veiled the misty silhouettes of Destiny and gruffly chanted, Follow they guide, follow they guide. Blinded with the soft glow of day, I hastily stumbled through fields, ethereal in the gloaming twilight of a spring evening. ' MARY 'E. Scori- Onc Hundred Twenty seven

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H-V-J The heavens are telling the glory of God, The wonder of his works displays the firmamentf' On the occasion of the formal dedication of the Papal radio station, HfVfJ by our Holy Father, Pius XI, these famous words were graphically illustrated. On that momentous day the Supreme Pontiff called the whole world to witness the manif festation of God's power and majesty by quoting from Holy Scripture, Audite caeli quae loquor, audiat terra verba oris mei ! February 12, 1931 'will long be remembered in the annals of history, not only by the Catholic clergy and laity, but by the whole world. On that day, men, women, and children regardless of race or creed, harkened with strange, unanalyzed emotions to a voice-the voice of a great ruler, the voice of the great white Shepherd of the Church, the voice of the most important man in the world of religion. Even skeptics, no matter how bitterly they had scoffed at the Pope, were compelled to reverence and respect the owner of that voice. How could it be otherwise, when he is the chosen one of Christ, His vicar on earth? It was indeed a colorful scene that attracted the eye of the visitor in Vatican City on the occasion of the Pontiflqs address. The advent of the Pa al party was heralded by a fanfare of trumpeters. The official yellow and white ofp the pontifical arms mingled with the purple of the monsignori and the white robes, and the red and gold headdress of the Pope. The ancient and modern worlds seemed to have been blended in the picturesque blue, red, and yellow uniforms of the Swiss guards and the slender aerials of the radio unit. It was an event that would stir the imaginaf tion of even the most humble artist. The Pope, enthroned on a richly upholstered chair before the microphone, spoke in Latin for more than fifteen minutes. His words thrilled his millions of listeners, although many of them were unable to understand the speech in its ori inal form. The chief feature of the demonstration lies in the fact that the voice ofg the Supreme Pontiff could be distinctly heard in all corners of the globe. About an hour elapsed before the Englishfspeaking audience had the added pleasure of hearing Monsignor Spellman, an attache of the Secretary of State of the Vatican, reproduce the address in their native tongue. ' The majority of the chief broadcasting centers in the United States used all their facilities to bring the program to the American nation. This was a gesture of courtesy greatly appreciated by our Catholic people. Few foreign stations were as fortunate as they in picking up the discourse. As the words of Pius XI traveled over the ether waves, they were crossed by waves of love and hate, respect and resentment. There are those of other faiths who do not yet understand why Peter speaks with authority, while their own min' isters are continually disagreeing among themselves on some question of faith or morals. We can almost imagine one of them saying, Why should it be given to him to speak as one having power? Why is it that to him alone the whole world listens? The words of God seemed to permeate the air as that epochal event was taking place, He that heareth you, heareth Me. He that despiseth you, despiseth Me. One Hundred Twenty nine